It’s all beginnings and endings and sparkle and shadows around here.
Caitie Leibman
Dirty nailbeds and playing outside.
The clock sprung forward and out of my hands.
Space, not time, pulls a trick on me.
There’s something of style and the soul caught up here.
After many minutes I couldn’t grab onto the sound inside the music.
The choices we make are only one choice.
On walking the aisles of the past.
Squint, and you can make me meet in the middle.
It all has a cost, a weight.
Milestones, anniversaries, and all time is relative.
A grabby headline for some real feelings.
Just checking in.
I’m adding new pieces into my training.
On wonky weeks and sneaky snow days.
Bring on 35.
Where are you headed in 2024?
Content warning: depression, alcohol use.
A messy look back at a messy process.
Doesn’t mean I can’t go back.
May his memory be a blessing.
Content warning: depression.
Ever write just to scratch an itch?
Some reflections for the graduates of 2023.
But we’re not exactly getting older, either.
Darkness can show us things, too.
Parenting wisdom applies widely.
His domain is delightful and timely.
What do we inherit, and where are we going?
Winter is not a speedy experience.
A note on the sun’s journey and ours.
Where’s the gift in this?
Caitie Leibman (she/her) 